Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to hold her wound, drained his true essence, and said, "If you talk again, you will really die."

Yin Xue's pale face suddenly flushed.

The green jacket girl's eyes widened, she wanted to cover it, but she wanted to peek through her fingers.

Immediately, they were a little ashamed and embarrassed. Daoist Hui in the Ming and Qing Dynasties was trying to save people!

The pale golden Indestructible Heart Sutra True Essence poured into Yin Xue's body through softness from the palm of his hand.

The frantically overflowing blood finally stopped.

What Zhang Ming said was not a lie.

Yin Xue's chest was penetrated by a sharp weapon, injuring the five internal organs, and it would really be impossible to treat it any time later.

It was her will to speak up.

For such a person, Zhang Ming admires him a little, so he can't care about the difference between men and women in a crisis.

"Sanqing Dao Zun is above. In the eyes of Pindao, there are only donors, no male donors or female donors."

He silently muttered in his heart.

The "Inextinguishable Heart Sutra" is called "immortal" because it draws on the essence of blood nerves. Therefore, its golden true essence has a great effect on the recovery of injuries.

The fatal wound on Yin Xue's body gradually subsided under the nourishment of the true essence, the blood coagulated into a scab, and the skin slowly healed. I believe it will soon be restored to its original state.

Yin Xue opened her eyes in embarrassment: "Daoist Qing Hui, will my injury...will leave a scar?"

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "No. Little girl, please tidy up her clothes."

He stood up, turned his head and said to the girl beside him, which made it inconvenient to do it himself.

The girl understood, and quickly put the broken hole on the pad with two layers of handkerchiefs, comforting: "Yin Xue, when we retake the carriage, I will change you into clean clothes."

Yin Xue felt that her strength had recovered, and then she remembered the battle on the side and said, "Miss, Yin Zhenghe..."

However, before she could finish speaking, she saw a black shadow fly over and land on her feet with a "bang".

Zhang Ming: "???"

I saw a young man in black lying on the ground, groaning in pain, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Ming is a little suspicious, is this really touching porcelain?

Yin Xue shouted anxiously: "Yin Zheng! How are you?"

The girl flashed her big eyes and looked at Zhang Ming for help, as if to say, "Can you save it again?"

"..."

"It's okay, internal injuries, you can't die!"

Zhang Ming did a little exploration, and then stood up neatly, because... the two people on the opposite side came over.

"Hahaha! Little girl, your name is Guo Xiang, right? Now, this old man will see where you are running!"

In front of him was a brown-haired old man with a thin nose and dark eyes, holding a bloody steel thorn in his hand.

This is the weapon that pierced Yin Xue just now.

Followed by a thin middle-aged man, wearing a bamboo hat, with a mole on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't see the whole picture.

However, Zhang Ming saw half of the maple leaf pattern on the cuff from under his wide robe, which was very familiar, but he didn't think where he had seen it for a while.

"You...you recognize me!?"

Guo Xiang was a little surprised, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said: "Ah, I see! You are not bandits, you are coming for my Guo family!"

The brown-haired old man blew the bloody steel thorn and smiled: "You only know now, it's a bit late!"

Yin Xue stood in front of Guo Xiang and wanted to say that Miss Run quickly, but now Yin Zheng is seriously injured and weak, how can he still have the ability to entangle these two powerhouses at the peak of the Unity Realm.

Thinking of this, she felt sad in her heart.

Do you want to ask Dafa to plead again, and ask Daoist Qing Hui to take action? I want a face too.

Yin Xue, who has always been strong, feels that she has asked for more people a day today than in her entire life.

"No, Daoist Qing Hui is only in the early stage of the Unity Realm. I'm really stunned,

No matter how amazing he is, how can he fight against two mountain bandits who are at the peak of the Unity Realm..."

Yin Xue bit her lip, her face burning with determination: "Miss, Yin Xue is incompetent, I will accompany you on a trip to Huangquan Road today, are you afraid?"

Guo Xiang was stunned all of a sudden, is the mountains and rivers exhausted?

If it's just his own death, it's fine, but do you want to drag Yin Xue and Yin Zheng to die together...

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yin Xue, Xiang'er is not afraid."

She walked out from behind Yin Xue, pulled out the bright dagger from her waist, and laughed while crying, "When I was six years old, the Hehuan Demon Sect came to arrest me, I remember it clearly."

"That's how we stand side by side."

"You have to be taller. At that time, we made an agreement. If you are captured and made into a cauldron, it is better to die. If you die, then we will die together."

Guo Xiang gestured and said with a smile, "Sister Xue, although Xiang'er is young, why should she be afraid of dying?"

This "Sister Xue" broke Yin Xue's heart defense.

She clenched the knife tightly in an instant, and the cold sword light ignited on her body. It was the power of life, encouraging, roaring, blooming, fighting to the death, fearless!

Yin Zheng was lying in the gravel, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain.

"Is it appropriate for you to be so sensational, does anyone care about the injured self, I'm going to die too!"

Although he thought teasingly, his hand clenched the sword.

In his longing eyes, someone finally moved, the Taoist priest who had been silent.

"Several donors, don't you think that the poor road does not exist?"

Only the Taoist priest asked softly.

The two people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and then they noticed this little character with a weak breath, and couldn't help frowning. No matter how adults talk, any cat or dog can interrupt.

There is no way, Zhang Ming's body is constantly running the breath-holding technique, as long as he doesn't make a move, it is difficult to see the depth.

The brown-haired old man took a look, and suddenly smiled gloomily: "Boy, this old man hates good-looking men the most in his life! Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you come here. If that's the case, don't blame the old man for being cruel. !"

He did not recognize Zhang Ming.

When he resisted Yu Jian just now, Zhang Ming's whole body radiated golden light, so that they couldn't see the clothes and appearance at all. And now on the mountain road, there is still golden light to suppress everyone.

This gave him a wrong perception.

This kind of cognition, just like encountering an assassin squatting in the grass, is dangerous and deadly.

So Zhang Ming laughed, like an assassin.

At this time, the man in the bucket hat stepped forward impatiently and said, "Okay, King Anyang, enough nonsense! Guo Xiang took it away, and everyone else was killed!"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The brown-haired old man known as the "King of Anyang" sneered: "Everyone, it's over!"

He rubbed his hands together, the shiny steel thorns spun in the palm of his hand, and suddenly let go and flew out, heading straight for Yin Xue's face.

Control the thorns like a sword!

He was ruthless, without the slightest pity.

Yin Xue was just pierced by him.

clang--

Yin Xue raised the knife with all her might to block the stab. However, with the knuckles of the brown-haired old man, the steel thorn swirled and stabbed again from the side.

"Sister Xue, I'm here to help you!"

Guo Xiang has practiced some military skills, and has the cultivation of Qi Yang, luck is on the dagger, stabbing the opposite side.

"Hmph, naive!"

The brown-haired old man sneered, and a steel thorn suddenly flew out from his waist, knocking Guo Xiang's dagger into the air in an instant, then probing it with a big hand, pinching it towards Guo Xiang's neck.

"Miss!"

Yin Xue and Yin Zheng's eyes were splitting.

Before the palm arrived, the frost came first, Guo Xiang froze in place, watching the claws get closer and closer, the thorns flying, hovering around.

Despair rose in her heart, she was really too weak to even commit suicide.

"Pindao hates tired and ugly people all his life!"

At this moment, a jade-white palm stretched out and touched the swirling thorns, and then pinched it with five fingers, grabbing the devil-like thin wrist.

"I'm sorry, this girl, I'll keep it!"